I went back to school August 2012 - Pædagog studies with merit at the University College Lillebælt in Jelling. That basically means I got merit for my years of experience working at the youth club and I can take most of this degree while still working. My first year was full-time studies but the second and third year has been work with studies on the side. Still full-time but most communication has been over the Internet and then we go in for 2 days a month for intense lectures.

Not the easiest way to do things - it's been absolute hell. Working full-time, school and then a part-time job on the weekends. But then again, I'd never be able to afford to live on a SU again and this way, I get to keep my job doing what I love to do.

July 2016

I'm done with school.  Amazing to think it was a year ago - I remember sitting on the steps, waiting for it to be my turn. My stomach was in knots and I didn't know if I wanted to cry or throw up. Or just run away. All the what ifs running through my mind. What if I don't pass? What if I choke? What if I ace it?

I aced it. Almost perfect grade and I was pleased. Very happy.

When I came out of the exam for the 10 minutes, waiting for my grade, it was all a blur. The first people I see were my co-workers. And then some friends. Then my mom. Then more family.... wait - MY MOM! All I remember is saying "moooooom...." and then crying like I was 12 years old again. I hadn't seen her in 4 years and wasn't expecting her to be there. I honestly don't remember much else. My friends and family were there to celebrate me and I felt very loved. Flowers, gifts and lots of hugs!

Then I go in to get my grade and I say to my prof "you better give me a good grade now that my mom is here!" and he said "okay - you get a 10".


The few days after that are all a blur. I wish I had written more in my journal so I could remember it all. The graduation ceremony was bullshit but it didn't matter. My mom and friends were there. We walked out with my degree and a bottle of cheap wine and I was happy.

Now what?!

I work at a school with grades 7-9 and at the youth club for kids in grade 4 up to 20 years old. I love my jobs.

I'm preparing for a course here in the fall. Will explain that later....

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